Daddy's all star

Drool on your shirt,

drool on your shirt,

lookin' like a fool with your

drool on your shirt.

He got his first two teeth on Saturday (yay!/boo!) and clearly more are in the works.

This reminds me of a little story. Stop me if you've heard this one. Oh wait, you can't! Ah the beauty of a blog. I seriously can't remember if I've told it or not though, sorry if I have.

ANYWAY...

One time I was practicing (my viola) and I was working really hard on this particularly difficult passage. Apparently my brain was at full capacity and neglected other automatic functions. Like swallowing. I didn't notice the drool until it had run all the way down my viola and into a puddle on the floor.

At least I was alone.

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If I had a dollar for every sock I pick up...

A day in the life: Thursday April 22

7:15 Ah, the sweet sound of a baby's cry. No better alarm. At least this is a welcome change from last week when Logan was waking up at 5:45-6:00.

This is where Logan goes while I shower. I know that lots of moms sacrifice their shower time when they have a baby but I just can't do it! Luckily he is content to just hang out in the mornings while I do my thing.

This is usually how I find him when I'm done.

We're each taking a moment to do our thing. I'm having Lucky Charms for breakfast; where regular people use caffeine to perk up, I take a hit of sugar.

It's about this time every morning that Logan starts getting cranky for a nap. Solution: jam session on the keyboard. Usually these jam sessions include a little segment of interpretive dance but I basically pulled a groin muscle or some other ridiculous thing while doing a particularly difficult move yesterday so there was no dancing today.
Logan was devastated.

Oh the glorious nap time. Just thinking about it gives me a thrill. So many possibilities! So much potential in that hour and a half. Today I cleaned and talked to my mom. Actually, that's pretty much what I always do during his morning nap. But still, the thought that I could be napping myself, surfing the net, watching tv, gardening, doing my nails, taking a bath, reading a book, doing a craft, calling a friend, singing, dying my hair, hanging a picture... oh wait, not that one, too loud. Anyway, the list goes on. It's the stuff dreams are made of people. Dreams!

Tyson came home for lunch today! He usually works an hour away so we don't often get the luxury of having him home during the day. Side note: I have taken several pictures where I don't necessarily mean for Logan to be in them, and yet somehow he is. If you look in the bottom left corner you'll see that he's done it again. Also, though it may look like we are having a riveting conversation Tyson is making a face at me and I'm catching my breath from running back to my chair after setting up the camera.

We took a moment to film this little gem...

...and then set out to run errands. Along with naps these are an excellent sanity saving part of my day.

By the way, if you're thinking that taking a picture of yourself while driving is more dangerous than texting, you would be right. More dangerous than that: reviewing said picture while driving. At least I took the picture at a stop sign.

Logan's first ride in the front of a shopping cart. Ok, second really. Apparently Tyson put Logan in the shopping cart when he took him out while I was at young women's. This is the first documented ride though. And the first one with me.

Not pictured: Our purchases. Hangers, plastic bins, picture hangers, and a ball. What did we go there for? Deodorant. Do I occasionally wander through the store looking for random things we might need? Yes. But only when I'm bored.

Nap number 2! A little craft time is in order for mom. Remember these letters? I didn't really like the way they turned out the first time so I did them again... and again. I need to just be happy and hang them up already.

Tyson and the boy are enjoying a little play time before dinner with his new ball. That ball was a dollar by the way and Logan loves it. Sweet!

I love milk. Whenever Tyson and I get low on milk I start getting real nervous. Almost as nervous as when we run low on diapers. We buy 2 gallons a week and it's not always enough.

He has really grown to love his baths. The toys, the splashing, the reflection of his own face, nothing could be better.

Another part of his bedtime routine. He was really enjoying his books tonight. Sometimes they are fun and sometimes they are just a frustrating obstacle between him and bed.

And with one final unflattering picture we end the day with some Fringe and a bowl of cereal. It's a pleasant decompression time for mom and dad. I have to admit that this isn't completely accurate though, I'm usually under the blanket with it pulled up to my chin.

10:00 Bed. Another wonderfully mundane day successfully passed.

I have to say I am loving my life right now. It's not particularly exciting or spectacular but we are in a great rhythm as a family, the weather is getting nice, and I am reveling in the normal everyday activities that we do. Happy day.

Logan's first fishing trip

When Tyson asked if I had blogged about our fishing trip I told him no because I couldn't think of what to say. He told me to say "we went fishing" and then just put the pictures up because they are cute and that's all anyone looks at anyway.

Glad I spend so much time thinking of things to write about :-s

So, in the spirit of listening to my husband (occasionally) and earth day...

We went fishing.

Two lips!

In case you're wondering, this is what 40 acres of tulips looks like.

And actually, there were more behind me and more to the right so this isn't even the full 40 acres. It was so pretty!

Logan and I are now official fans of the woodburn tulip festival.

Although as a sidenote I have to say I was not a fan of the terrain. It was so not stroller friendly. And near the end of our visit Logan wanted me to hold him, and the Bjorn didn't count. So I'm holding him in one arm and pushing the stroller through the mud and potholes with the other. It was frustrating. Finally I just put him back in the stroller telling myself that if he cried, too bad. Well two seconds later he was asleep.

Oh.

Anyway, I went with my craft day girls (who I need to write more about) and a few friends from church. We had a blast picking out which tulips we wanted in our own yards and keeping the kids from eating the mud.

Did I mention that we went shopping at the outlet mall before the tulip festival? Not that it made the trip any more worthwhile but... yes, yes it did. Shopping will do that for ya.

In the end, the weather was gorgeous, the friends were plentiful, and the drive home in Friday afternoon traffic took two hours instead of one. At least the kiddies slept the whole way! 

help me please, i love you all

By some sort of black magic/chemical bonding process this bowl has fused to this pot.

And I cannot get them apart. Tyson and I have tried everything we can think of: ice in the bowl, heat on the pot; tapping them with a meat tenderizer; brute force... nothing is working. Short of slamming the whole situation on the concrete I don't know what to do.

Lie.

I actually did pound, throw, and bang it on the concrete, much to the joy of my neighbors I'm sure. See the scuff mark and the dent on the bottom of the pot? Yeah, I did that.

We don't even know how this happened. Tyson just went to do the dishes (yeah, he does them for me quite frequently, be jealous :-)) and there they were.

Anyone had this situation before? What should I do?

I use this bowl and pot a lot. Correction: used. I hope I don't have to just throw them away! Wah!

Easter and such

Time for solids!

You'd think with a picture like this that things would be going pretty well, huh?

Wrong.

He is not a fan. Most days he'll just clench his jaw when he sees the food coming, on a good day he'll open his mouth once or twice before spitting it out. Eh, someday he'll learn.

We've also introduced the sippy cup!

Now this, he loves. That is, as long as no water actually enters his mouth. When it does he makes a face, spits it out, and then goes back to chewing on the soft plastic.

(pretend you didn't see the bumbo on the kitchen table)

We had a great Easter weekend by the way. Logan was thrilled to dye eggs which we definitely did not do during conference.

He was only mildly frustrated during the entire process which meant that I ended up dying eggs alone.

Luckily I love dying eggs!

Actually, my real favorite part is rinsing the dye down the sink. Not sure why but that, plus watching the tablets dissolve are the best parts of egg dying in my opinion. As far as eggs go I could take them or leave them.

We also did our annual egg hunt for each other. I've had a headache for three days from binging on chocolate. It has been equally delicious and painful. I'm probably going to need to do a cleanse once I run out.

There is also the option of implementing some self control but really? No. I'll have to do that once the boy is aware of what candy is and I'd rather not have to do that any sooner than necessary.

Happy Easter everyone!

Fluids fluids everywhere

It started with a regular old cold. Tyson, Logan, and I all had the sniffles. Well, while Tyson and I got over it in a few days Logan's stuffyness turned into an ear infection.

Great.

Although I did feel like supermom for following through on the hunch that his ear might be infected and catching it before it got too bad.

So we started Logan on a round of amoxicillan which he thoroughly enjoyed. Oh wait. I mean we all enjoyed it because it was being spit into our faces 3 times a day by one angry little boy. Nothing like a pink chalky facial.

Super fun. Oh and did you know that amoxicillan makes babies poop even more than they usually do? Well I didn't. That would have been useful information to have before I took Logan to the outlet mall an hour from home, fed him in the bathroom, and discovered he secretly and silently pooped. Pooped up his back and all the way to his shoulders. Poop that leaked out all over the front of my pants. Poop with a smell that burned its way into my nostrils.

Ladies, if there is ever an excuse to buy a new pair of pants, this is it.

But alas, I did not buy new pants. I just cleaned us off with about 47 wipes and a handful of paper towels and went on my way. I've never felt more sexy.

Then, a couple days after the poop incident, less than a week after the ear infection (we are still on our round of amoxicillan by the way) I hear Logan crying weakly at about 4 in the morning. I went in to check on him and found he had thrown up all over himself and his sheets and was still dry heaving.

Ugh.

That was a long day. A long, messy, laundry filled day. Babies don't aim for the bucket by the way. They like to snuggle mom while they barf. At least it only lasted one day.

UNTIL IT DIDN'T. I woke up the next morning to find Logan covered in a spotty rash. I gotta be honest, the anxiety of having a sick baby is not good. I felt like I was going crazy. The next day his rash was even worse so to the doctor we went.

Turns out it was a rash caused by the stomach virus. Ok, I can deal with this.

BUT THEN... the next morning he had a different rash all over his body. This one looked like gigantic hives. The first rash was fading away and being replaced by hives that were as big as the palm of my hand.

So I called the doctor for the 437 time (and by that I mean I called my brother-in-law who is a doctor and the pediatrician) and we determined that Logan wasn't going to die and this second rash could either be from the amoxicillan or the virus. All I needed to do was make sure he didn't stop breathing and finish out the antibiotic. A few days later both the rashes went away and I finally started breathing again.

In the end nobody died although I think my grey hair count doubled during those 10 days (from 2 to 4, but still), and the pediatrician decided that we probably shouldn't give Logan amoxicillan anymore.

I've never had more fun.